Like about a billion other people, I spent last night watching the Oscars. While we were cursing the many film montages and thank you speeches that, unsurprisingly, caused the program to run over-time, there was one cinematic collage that got me thinking.
To recognize screenwriters, this montage was full of clips of writers in film. Highlighted movies included Barton Fink, Adaptation, Capote, The Hours, Shakespeare in Love, something by Woody Allen (couldn't distinguish which one since they are, after all, pretty much the same), and other classics that I'm just not enough of a film buff to recognize. (Unfortunately, the montage focused mainly on male writers, and one of my all-time favourite writers, Anais Nin, who was portrayed in the film Henry and June, was left out.)
Sometimes comically, sometimes seriously, these film clips collectively demonstrated one distinct theme: the tormented writer.
Is writing so difficult that anxiety, frustration, depression, and failure follow writers where ever they go? Is this just a stereotype, or is writing really that hard?